Alma. Yes, it’s as plain as the nose on my face. It’s me she’s jealous of.
Ned. Jealous of you? Ridiculous!
Alma. I don’t see anything ridiculous about it.
Ned. The idea of anybody being jealous of you!
Alma. You ask Wilson and you’ll find I’m right. (Ned rings bell)
Re-enter Sir Humphrey; Dr. and Mrs. Dozey, R.
Sir H. You always are right, Mrs. Blake. What should we do without you?
Re-enter Servant, L., with letter.
Ned. Wilson, where’s Mrs. Chetwynd?
Serv. She’s gone out, sir.